Well, I'm not into having metal between my teeth while going down. Different strokes for different folks.
I think it's a hideous thing to do to such a delicate, highly sensitive part of the body. But then again, i was right about her having a bit of a big bruiser down there. She can probably open beer bottles with that clit!
I think I've seen too many bod modders on BME and on tattoo conventions. I prefer tattoos (I am tattooed) and that's about it.
Take an anatomy class and you will learn that A: piercings go through the hood, which a resilient bit of skin without many nerve endings, and B: most women's clits are bigger than sunflower seeds. Poor Nursey. How does your lover find it? Oh, never mind, I'd rather not know.
1. Ow! What do you DO that involves biting down there??? 2. I'm married and my husband likes it, so that's good enough for me.
Oh noes I just realized I used the word "anatomy", I'm probably going to get in trouble with Nursey again.
1. Lick, suck, nibble, tender bites. 2. When having sex I ask my partner to take off the piercing ring(s). What did you do when you were not married and your partner(s) disliked the presence of metal on your genitals during sex? Just curious
Perhaps it's just because you have that muckle (Scottish slang for clumsy, large) piece of metal going through such a delicate structure? Or maybe it really is that unwieldy...and in direct relation to the size of your nose. I have a small to medium sized, quite refined nose. Not bull-like at all. But congratulations on having the confidence to brandish the beast in such a casual manner to all and sundry, you whore. I mean...super-sexually liberated woo-man.
How nice for you that you have a dainty whitegirl nose. I bet it's awesome being white and having a tiny clit.
Holy shit that was a fast reply. I'm getting more suspicious. Lurking around, waiting for posts to appear.
Well, i don't know about that. It's certainly awesome being me. So much so that i don't ever wish (or pretend) to be anything that i am not.
What can I say, it rubs off from my husband. He's always moping around listening to Radiohead and composing songs about friends who died. And I type fast. I'm sitting here with a cat on my lap and nothing much to do until ten, I'm killing time.